"You look good wearing my last name." My jaw slacks open and the bell rings then, him smiling a lopsided grin before grabbing his bag and strutting out of the room. »»-----　-----«« When Aspen Wilson's father passes away, she must go live with her mother 1,000 miles away and confront her about what happened 5 years ago when they got separated. She has a simple goal to ignore her guardians, finish senior year of school, and go back to her small town, but those plans are quickly flipped upside down by old secrets and a certain quiet boy at her new school who isn't as innocent as he seems. Saint Black was the kid everyone ignored. He was quiet, private, and alone with his books most of the time. He never paid attention to his school or his classmates, but when a new girl comes to town, he can't help but be drawn to her. A bad history with females and a secret he can't afford anyone to find out, he knows he's playing a risky game. But for her, it's worth it. »»-----　-----«« HIGHEST RANKS: #1 in doodle #1 in quietboy #1 in humor #1 in funny #1 in cute romance

They say opposites attract. But what happens when a rogue and an Alpha who both crave chaos end up being mates? It seems like Moon Goddess has made her first mistake. ______ I tilt my head, scrutinizing him. He did the same. A frown tugs on my lips. He did the same. "Copycat," I breathed out. A smile reaches his face and his eyes twinkle with curiosity. His stares bore into me as he eyes me up and down, pride swelling in his chest. He opens his mouth to speak, "Pleased to meet you, mi amor." "It's a pleasure to meet you, too, mate." ______ I'm definitely not a professional writer or any of that sort so mistakes in terms of grammar and plotholes will be inevitable

"You know, most of us are just fallen angels, but some of us were just born in Hell," His deep voice utters, a small grin playing at his lips, and I know he's straight from Hell. NEWLY REVISED AND RE-WRITTEN VERSION BEING DONE NOW AND WILL BE AVAILABLE IN BOOK FORM SOON

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.